Sabine Sicaud: Speak to you? No. I cannot.

Speak to you? No. I cannot.I prefer to suffer like a plant,like the bird that says nothing on the linden tree.They wait. That's fine. Since they aren't tiredof waiting, I'll wait, with the same waiting.

They suffer alone. One should learn how to suffer alone.I don't want indifferent people ready to smilenor friends groaning. No one should come.

The plant says nothing. The bird is silent. What would they say?This pain is alone in the world, whatever one wants.It is not the pain of others, it is mine.

A leaf has its ache that the other leaf ignores.And the bird's ache-- the other bird knows nothing about it.

One doesn't know. One doesn't know. Who is like another?And if they were, what matter. This eveningI don't want to hear a single vain word.

I wait-- like the old motionless tree
and the mute finch behind the window...A drop of pure water, a little wind, who knows? What are they waiting for? We will wait for it together.The sun has told them it will come back, perhaps....

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